Behind the wardrobe is a room with very dated décor, featuring white walls, a green lampshade with a pull-chain light, dark brown wooden floors, and a bookshelf filled with various files. No matter how you look at it, this resembles an office.
On the tabletop against the wall is an old rotary dial telephone. The ringing sound Sun Yan heard earlier came from this phone.
Despite the passage of time, the phone still rings tirelessly, as if the caller is in great urgency.
An enigmatic office, a mysterious late-night call, the atmosphere is quite eerie.
Sun Yan walked over and picked up the phone, feigning a casual tone as he asked, "Hello?"
"Father Stephen! Thank God, it's so good you finally picked up. Father, it's Curry here. I really need your help now; that strange incident you helped with last time is happening again."
A voice filled with urgency came from the other end, the caller's tone incredibly tense and tinged with fear.
